Emmie spent her days and nights dealing in a realm that normal people wouldn’t be able to handle. She wasn’t sure where her ability came from, but she began noticing that something was different about her around the age of seventeen. It wasn’t as strong then, looking back, she wished that she could return to those days. As bad as they were, those days were ten times better then what she was up against now.
The pain hit her again but stronger this time and snapped her back to the present. She was doubled over now, hurt so bad she could barley think straight. Emmie had quit trying to fight it, she found out that fighting would only made things feel worse. Her sight started to go blurry. The only thing left to come were the visions. Emmie prepared herself as best she could for what was about to happen, then the room went black. She was totally blind, but she knew it wouldn’t last for long. The scenes hit her in a rush of overwhelming feelings and emotions. The influx made her head swim, she hated what she saw.